it be time...welcomed back

what was it that kept her pondering what next
what was it that kept her mind blank from writing the next text
be it the political situation the reason why
the farce she felt forced to acknowledge, the big lie.

thank goodness for sensual company her ardour fan
and in that  instant boring political thoughts from her head ban
it may start with their fingertips kissing....ever so lightly
and end with a genuine hug , drawn in tightly.
ten fingers outstretched toward  each other to feel
that intensity in that gentleness to possess and inward reel
knowing the other, caring to share
letting go of self, exposing all, to dare.
when the soul and body and mind feel drained
and no matter how much one try feel, emotions be maimed
then no better remedy than company of a person real
to show one how to forget and simply feel.
there be the sofa to recline and just let go
the door slightly ajar for him to know
that she wait in anticipation of all he would her give
it being too long, the spirit wishing to let go and once again live.
politics now to feature no longer
to once again dabble in erotic sensuality stronger
how her breasts heave and her mind seductively draws
him to her exotic soft and gentle passionate shores.

RB.